Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2008 10:55:52 -0500
From: Charles Hughes
Subject: THE GROPER (b/b masturbation, oral)
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THE GROPER (b/b masturbation oral)
It was Cole who came up with the name for the game, and he thought it was
hilarious. "The Groper," he called it. He'd heard the word "grope" from one
of the older boys as some of them had been horsing around after showering
off following swim practice.
"See, Billy," he said to me, "you just sort of grab at the other guy's
pants where his peter is."
He demonstrated by grabbing for me. I twisted away, but not before his
fingers had grazed my pants. That made my peter feel a little funny.
We were in my room one Saturday morning, bored because we'd already played
all the video games I had, and we couldn't go outside because it was
raining.
Like any other eight-year-olds, Cole and I had played our own made-up games
before, though usually outside. We liked to run around a lot. Inside, it
was more challenging.
"That's kind of stupid," I said. Although he had made me giggle. I hated to
giggle, because it made me sound like a girl. "We'll just be playing 'It.'"
"No," Cole insisted, "it's not the same thing. I'll be the Groper. And when
I touch your peter, that makes you the Groper."
He demonstrated again by reaching out and getting his hand around the
crotch of my jeans. That made me get a stiffie. But I didn't admit that
he'd actually touched it.
"You just grazed my jeans," I taunted him. "That wasn't a grope."
"That's 'cause we got our pants on," he said. "In the shower room we're all
in our swim suits."
He called it a "swim suit," but it sure wasn't anything like the one I
had. His was so little and tight it looked like a pair of little underpants
he'd outgrown a couple of years before. They were black and white
stripes. He'd shown them to me when he'd gotten them. And when I went to
watch some of the swim meets, all the boys were wearing the same
thing. Cole was the youngest and smallest. Some of the boys were even in
the seventh and eighth grades, but Cole was on the team because he was so
fast. He almost always won in meets for his class. I loved to watch those
meets.
I'd never admit it, but I was a little jealous of Cole. We were both eight
years old, but he was taller than me, better looking, more talented, and
had more friends. As far as I was concerned, Cole was the only friend I
wanted.
And he was into swimming in a big way. There were two swim teams at the Y,
and he was on the one for younger boys. The other team was for older
boys. And they sometimes showered together. Both teams. That meant he got
to see them naked. He'd told me about some of it. Said some of the older
boys even had hair.
"So, let's do it with just our underpants on," Cole suggested.
Now, we had had a couple of sleepovers together, so I had seen Cole in his
underpants, and he had seen me in mine. So it wasn't that big a deal. We
took off our jeans and t-shirts, and we were just in socks and undies.
I looked at the place where I was supposed to grab him. I'd never seen him
naked there. His peter. Or dick, some of the guys at school called it. I'd
wondered about it before, about whether or not his looked sort of like mine
or a little different. I didn't think my stiffie was very big. But then, I
hadn't seen anybody else's, so I didn't know for sure.
Well, I was a little jealous, too, that he got to see other boys' dicks in
the shower all the time, and I didn't.
"Okay, Billy," he said, "I'm the Groper."
He reached for me, but I suddenly decided I wasn't going to make this quite
so easy for him. I jumped up on my bed -- a big double bed -- and jumped
off the other side.
"Can't get me, Groper," I laughed.
He followed me over the bed, but I ran around the end. We were on opposite
sides again. He frowned. I guess he'd thought this was going to be simple.
He moved to his right to run around the end of the bed, so I jumped up on
it again. Only he didn't run around it; he jumped up on it, too. But I
turned away at the last minute. He was on top of me right away, but I
rolled over onto my belly and pressed into the mattress. He wasn't getting
my peter!
He reached around on both sides of me and started tickling me.
"Stop it!" I am very ticklish, and he knows it! "Nooooo... stop... no
fair," I giggled. "No fair!"
I rolled over to try to get away from him, and the minute I did he reached
down and got his hand around my peter. He gave it a squeeze, then released
it and laughed.
"Gotcha! Now you're the Groper!" he laughed.
"No fair, you cheat! You tickled me!"
"Nothing in the rules about tickling," he grinned.
"You didn't tell me about any rules! You cheat!" But then, I knew that our
games were usually made up as we went along.
"Can't get me, Groper," Cole taunted. He danced around on the other side of
the bed.
I wasn't sure, but maybe I saw his peter bouncing around a little in his
underwear. Okay, I could get that peter. It was okay. I was even supposed
to! I was the Groper!
I lunged across the bed toward him and grabbed his arm as he was turning
away. He pulled back, but I hung on, and we both landed on the floor. We
were twisting and turning around, and every time I reached for his crotch
he wiggled away! I had him on his belly once and shoved one leg open so I
could reach under his butt to get him, but he sat up on all fours suddenly
and bucked me off.
Okay, so he wanted to take this game to the next level.
I grabbed his ankle before he could get away, and he started side-stepping
back to the bed. I wouldn't let go. He fell back on his butt onto the bed,
but I hung on and kept pulling him back toward the floor. By this time we
were both laughing and teasing each other. I really like playing around
with Cole.
I like Cole a lot.
I pulled my feet under me and suddenly jumped up toward him, still holding
onto his ankle with my left hand. My right hand flew up and grabbed his
peter. Right on target!
"Ha!" I danced back from the bed before he could react. But I was
distracted for a minute by the fact that his peter had felt pretty hard
that time. Well, mine was getting a stiffie in my undies, too. I glanced
down. Yeah, it was starting to poke out a little. But then, so was Cole's.
I should have been paying attention. He slid on his back from the bed to
the floor, reached up as he landed at my feet, and grabbed my hard peter.
"Groper! Groper!" He laughed as he turned to jump back onto the bed.
Well, he should have just jumped backward, because I was right behind
him. I was moving faster, I guess, and I collided with his back and knocked
him down onto the bed. I wound up on top this time. Though he was a little
taller than me, we weighed about the same, and he wasn't about to shake me
off easily.
My turn to tickle! Only I knew that he was more ticklish under his arms
than on his belly, so that's where I went. He'd been trying to buck me off,
but when I started tickling both armpits at the same time he just went limp
giggling.
"N... N... Nooooooooooo," he howled between giggles. "Nooooo
don't... nooooooo..." Then he had to stop trying to talk. He was too busy
giggling and squirming around under me.
We'd really gotten into tickling each other during our sleepovers. A lot of
our made up games included some kind of tickling. Sometimes my mother -- or
his -- would have to yell up the stairs to tell us to pipe down.
Well, we'd tickled each other often enough that we both knew when enough
was enough. So I finally quit. I'd been laughing, with Cole, so I needed a
little time to get my breath back, too.
I just lay there on his back breathing deeply, and I realized that my peter
was really, really hard now. And it was pushing into his butt. It felt
good. I guess I just couldn't help but wiggle a little bit.
Cole groaned.
Then I got really embarrassed. Pushing my stiffie at him! Shit, he'd tease
me about that forever. Besides, that... well, I wasn't sure what, but I was
embarrassed. I started to slide off him.
He surprised me. He moved his arms around and his hands grabbed the back of
my thighs and held me in place.
"Don't go away," Cole said. It was almost a whisper, and his voice sounded
funny. "Just stay..."
Well, I guess I wanted to stay. So I did. Then he started to wiggle a
little bit under me, and all of a sudden my peter felt really good, better
than it did when I played with it sometimes.
"Ooooooooo..." That groan was me.
"Uhhhhhhh..." That one was Cole.
I was more than fully aware of the warmth of his back against my chest and
the weight of my thighs on his. His hands were still there, holding onto
the back of my thighs, pulling me down onto him. And I realized my hands
were tight on his shoulders.
We had never been close like this.
Cole let out a long breath, and his hands slipped away from my thighs. I
suddenly felt like we'd been doing something really naughty. I slid off
him, but I was still right next to him. Our legs were touching. We maybe
shouldn't have done that.
"I had a stiffie, too. Against the bed," Cole whispered. His face was
turned away from me, and I could barely hear him. "I do it at home
sometimes. Against the bed."
I felt like I was being told one of the biggest secrets of the universe. So
I told him another one. I told him I get hard against the bed sometimes,
too.
He turned his face around toward me. "Let's take our underpants off," he
said. He was grinning.
I couldn't wait to see his peter. We rolled over onto our backs and pulled
our briefs off. We only took a minute to look each other over, but it was
long enough for me to see that we were about the same size -- and both
peters were hard and sticking up.
I started to crawl over onto his back again.
"No," he said. "Let's just do it this way."
Cole was usually the leader in our games, so I followed his lead. He put
his arms around me and pulled me toward him. I hugged him to myself, and
our stiffies were caught between us. We were lying on our sides, pushing
into each other, and my peter had never been so hard! Somehow we began to
grind around, and I wound up on top, with Cole underneath me.
It was feeling so good, being this close to him, and with both our stiffies
pressed between us. My arms were around him, and it just seemed right,
hugging him like that. But then I started feeling funny inside. About the
same time, Cole started moaning something fierce. I thought something had
gone wrong, but that feeling inside just got bigger and bigger until I
didn't think I could take it any longer. He was wiggling on me so fast, and
I could hardly breathe because of whatever was happening.
And then I got this wonderful big shakey feeling all over me, and and
inside, too. I just froze against him for a minute, but he kept grinding on
me. And that feeling just went on and on for a while. I was grunting like I
was hurting or something, but it sure didn't hurt! It felt so good! It
made my peter feel better than it ever had before, even when I get a
stiffie.
Cole got the feeling then, too. I could tell from the way he sounded. His
eyes got really wide, and he sounded like he would choke or something. But
he kept wiggling.
He kind of rolled away when it was over, and we just lay there for a little
bit. I reached down to feel my peter, to see if anything was wrong with it,
and it felt really sore. But in a good way.
"Billy... you ever pull on it, your peter? To make that happen?"
I didn't want to seem dumb, but I didn't want to lie to my best friend,
either. "No. I never did that. It was... Does it always happen that way?
How did you find out about it?"
Cole turned a little and lay on his side to look at me. "Some of the bigger
boys on the other team. They talk about jerking off sometimes. That's what
they mean, pulling on their peters. Only the bigger boys, they call them
dicks."
I tried to picture some of the older boys I'd seen swimming. It had looked
to me like they must have pretty big peters. If mine -- ours -- got bigger
when we played around, theirs must get really big.
"Hey," I asked him, "you ever see any of them do it?"
"Naw." He shook his head. I was looking at my peter, and that made me feel
a little... funny. But nice. "I seen some of them with stiffies. Well, a
little hard. In the shower sometimes. I'd sure like to see one of them
cum."
Well, I was really dumb, but I didn't know what that meant. He told me all
about older boys and hair and shooting cum. He said what we did was a dry
cum because we were too young yet to make cum. I don't know where he
learned all that. I felt kind of stupid. But then I felt kind of nice,
too, because he was willing to tell me about all that stuff.
Then he reached over and started to pull on my peter. That really made me
feel good. I grinned at him, and I pulled on his. I could feel it get
harder in my hand. I couldn't help but groan some because he was making me
feel so good.
I looked down at the peter in my hand. This was my very best friend, and I
really, really liked him a lot. His peter was almost like mine, only it
felt really different, holding it and feeling it. It was warm and hard.
It felt really good, like he was letting me do this to him because he liked
me.
"Billy," he said. He sounded different than usual, more dreamy or
something. "Billy, let's lay together again, like before."
So we did, only this time he was on top of me. We just lay like that a
little bit. His skin was all warm and nice, and I could feel his stiffie
pressing against me. Then he began to wiggle a little, and I did, too. My
peter got really hard. Cole started pushing into my belly more.
"Oh, Billy... that's so good... harder, Billy, harder..."
And then he kissed me on my cheek.
I stopped. He kissed me! We'd never done anything like that before. We'd
wrestled and rolled around and slapped at each other and tickled. But, he
kissed me. On my cheek.
He'd started humping into me again, and so I started up, too. But I kept
wondering why he kissed me. Did that mean he really liked me, like I liked
him? Was it because we were naked and playing with our peters like this?
But then I forgot about the kissing for a minute because my peter seemed to
get harder, and it started to feel good that way again. It was like my
insides were all curling up or something, like there was something in there
that was crawling around and needed to get out...
But I stopped thinking about how it felt and just started humping back into
Cole, who was wiggling and groaning on top of me. Well, some of the
groaning was me, too. Because it just felt so good, like, really really
good.
And then it happened again, like before. My whole body shook, and
something so wonderful happened inside somewhere, making me feel so good,
even better, so awesome...
It must have happened to Cole, too, because he was twisting all over me.
And then I guess it stopped for both of us, and we just lay there, Cole
still on top of me.
So I decided I could do it, too. I moved my face over to his, and I kissed
him. On the cheek.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked.
That made me a little embarrassed, like maybe I shouldn't have kissed him.
"Well, why'd you kiss me?" I asked him.
"I guess because I like you a lot, Billy. And because, well... I guess I
just wanted to."
"So did I," I said. And I'm not really a brave guy, but I just leaned over
and kissed him again. His cheek was so nice and soft. I kept my lips
there for a minute, and he moved a little, like his cheek was kissing me
back. It was really nice.
But we had to get our clothes back on then when we heard somebody come in
downstairs.
The next time we played The Groper was when we had an overnight at his
house. We watched a movie for a while, and his mom made popcorn and
everything. Then she told us it was time to go up and get ready for bed.
We brushed our teeth and everything, and we climbed into his big bed. We
always slept in the same bed when I slept over, but this time it seemed a
little different for some reason.
We talked a little. We played Twenty Questions for a while; we did that
sometimes until we got sleepy.
"Hey, Billy," he said, "that's an old game. Let's play The Groper."
"We can't. We're already in bed, and your mom will tan our hides if we
start running around up here."
"Then new rules," he said. He was good with new rules. "We don't get out
of bed. No feet touch the floor. And no noise. Only whisper."
I said okay, and I guess he was going to be The Groper first, because he
reached right out to grab me. But I rolled over real fast, and all he got
was a handful of my butt.
Cole giggled. "We forgot to take off our underwear," he said. He didn't
wait for me; he just pulled his off and threw them on the floor, so I did
the same thing. When he reached for me that time he got my butt again.
"Hey, you like my butt or something?" I whispered. I scooted down toward
the foot of the bed.
Cole turned around and wiggled his butt at me. He giggled. So I reached
over and slapped him one, a good one, right on the butt. He looked shocked
for a minute. I was afraid he was going to be mad at me. But then he
grinned and reached around real quick, and he grabbed me. He got my peter,
too! It hadn't gotten hard yet, but it sure did then.
Only, he didn't let go. He kept rubbing on it. But I wanted my turn.
"Hey, I'm it now, I mean, The Groper," I said.
I reached for his peter -- he had a stiffie now, too -- but he turned away
too fast for me. I grabbed his ankle, but he twisted it and I lost my hold
on him. He scooted backwards toward the head of the bed, grabbed a pillow,
and held it over his middle.
"Hey, no fair! You can't do that -- cover up!"
"Who says?" Cole gripped the pillow tighter. He was back to making up
rules again.
"Says me!" I said.
And I jumped on top of him and got my hands on the corner of the pillow and
started pulling. We rolled around a little bit, pulling the pillow back
and forth between us, and I realized he was leaving himself open sometimes.
So I kept one hand on the pillow and pulled hard, and I ran the other hand
around to the other side of it. Before he could pull it back, I had pulled
the pillow out of his hands, and my hand was around his stiffie.
But I'd sort of landed on top of him, mashing my hand between us. And my
peter was in there somewhere, too. But I'd heard his head bump against the
headboard of the bed. It hurt him, too; I could see that on his face.
"Aw, gee, Cole, I didn't mean it," I said. I reached up to feel his head,
like there might be a big bump there or something.
But he'd been faking. He grabbed me around the waist and hugged me real
tight against him. We kind of rolled around a little bit, and he wound up
on top of me, still hugging me around the waist. I couldn't get to his
peter that way, but he couldn't get to mine, either.
Only I guess we'd both lost interest by that time. My peter was really
hard, and it was pushing against his chest, more like his neck, right under
his chin. He just stayed there like that a minute. And then, when he
moved his face a little, I could feel his cheek on my belly. That was
nice. But I could feel his chin moving my peter around. And that was
nicer.
Well, I had a stiffie. And I knew he felt it. Then I felt something soft
and warm on my peter, right on the tip of it. Cole suddenly let me go, and
he rolled over until he was off of me. He lay on his side facing away from
me, and he was really quite. Like something was wrong.
"Cole, are you okay? Is something wrong?"
He just lay there and didn't say anything. I poked him on the shoulder.
Maybe I was kind of worried, like he might be sick, or mad at me, or
something.
"I didn't mean to," he finally said.
"To what?" I didn't understand what he meant.
"What I did. I just... It's not like you didn't kiss me!" He sounded mad
at me!
Than I realized what had happened. That soft and warm I'd felt on my
peter... He'd kissed me! He'd kissed my stiffie!
"You kissed my stiffie?" I asked. I couldn't believe it.
"It's not like you didn't kiss me! You did!" he said.
"Not your stiffie, I didn't," I answered.
"Then maybe you better," he said. And he rolled over to look at me. I
couldn't help but glance down, and he really had a stiffie!
"Only fair," he said. "It's the rules. Be fair."
Rules? We didn't have any rules about kissing peters! But I remembered
how nice it had been when he kissed my cheek. And how nice it had felt --
even if it had only been a couple of seconds! -- when he kissed my peter.
And, well, maybe I kind of wanted to kiss him there, too.
So I did. I think he was surprised that I'd do it. But I leaned down and
put a quick kiss right on the tip of his peter. It was really warm!
He looked at me, bug-eyed. "You did it!"
Now I felt embarrassed. He'd watched me kiss his peter, and it had been
right about on the hole where he pees! I hadn't even seen him do mine.
"Well, you said to be fair!" I wasn't sure if I was mad at him or not.
"And you only kissed mine for a second. I didn't even see it!"
"Okay, we'll be fair. I'll kiss yours while you count to ten, and then you
kiss mine while I count to ten."
He turned around so he could get to my stiffie, held it with his hand, and
put his lips on the end of it. Oh wow! It felt so nice I almost forgot to
count. When I said "ten," he stopped.
His peter was right next to me since he'd turned around, so I leaned over,
held his stiffie in my hand, and kissed the tip of it. Oh wow! It was
warm, and it was hard and soft at the same time. I looked up at him, and
he finally said "ten." I think maybe he forgot to count for a minute, too.
Then he leaned down to do me again, and I couldn't believe it. He kissed
it, like before, but then he put it in his mouth! In his mouth! That
almost made me pee, it felt so nice. Warm and wet. And I could feel his
tongue, too.
So this time I didn't wait until it was my turn. My stiffie was still in
his mouth when I leaned over and put his in my mouth. It made me shake
inside and get butterflies in my tummy, because I could feel him licking on
me. So I licked on him, too. Oh wow! It was so wierd! I was licking him
while I felt him licking me!
Something changed down there, and I realized he wasn't licking me anymore.
He was sucking on my stiffie! And that felt awesome! His lips were like
all around the end, but he was sucking like you do on a popcicle to get all
the color out. So I started sucking on his, too, the same way. He was
making sounds like it was feeling good for him, so I wasn't afraid of
making sounds, too.
Pretty soon I started getting that feeling again. My stiffie already felt
so good, like better than ever before, even better than when we were
humping into each other. But it was the inside feeling that started, and
that made me kid of wiggle around, because it was just too good not to. I
think Cole was getting it, too, because he was wiggling, but he was also
sucking my stiffie faster. Then I realized I was sucking faster, too.
And then it happened, like when we were humping. Only it was like it
almost hurt inside, but in a sort of good way, and then it got real tight,
and it all pushed out through my peter. I could even feel it shaking in
Cole's mouth. It was like I peed, but I knew I hadn't peed. It was that
shakey feeling again, and I really liked it.
And I realized that was happening for Cole, too. I could feel his stiffie
moving all around real fast in my mouth, like mine was in his mouth. Both
at the same time!
When the feeling stopped, I just lay back on my back because I was suddenly
so tired, like I'd been riding my bike real hard for a long time or
something. I could hardly breathe. I turned my head a little bit, and I
could see Cole's peter. It wasn't as stiff as it had been, just a little,
and it was wet all over. That was from my mouth. Wow. I guess my peter
looked the same way to him.
Cole scooted up beside me and lay down.
"That was like totally awesome," he said.
So I thought I'd kiss him on his cheek, like he did me before. Because I
really liked him. But when I turned my face, he was almost ready to kiss
me on my cheek, and we wound up kissing our lips accidentally.
That made us giggle a little. But we did it again, only this time we kept
kissing for a little bit. I didn't know boys could kiss boys on their
lips.
After that we just lay there for a little bit. And we were holding hands.
"Hey, Billy," Cole said after a while. "Can we play The Groper again
sometime?"
"Sure, yeah!" I agreed. "Can you come sleep over at my house next
weekend?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I'll ask my mom." He yawned. "But I'm sleepy now."
So we went to sleep. But we put our arms around each other so our stiffies
were touching. And we kissed like that again. On our lips. And then we
went to sleep.
I really like Cole.